The Two Month Nonsense Continued...

...this past Wednesday, as Banjo attempted to paint some records and draw silly cartoons. Success, however, was not to be found. Mismatched colors, warped records, and uneven, sketchy lines don't make for good art as far as the Banjo is concerned. And as far as he could tell, the only thing that could lift his spirits was some fucking Rock 'n' Roll. And in luck was he, cause one of Rock's most awesome bands happened to be in town that very night. These guys:


Unfortunately, Banjo didn't have a ticket. But worried not was he! For he is king of this land now. And so he set forth to procure tickets. 'Tickets' mind you, as Banjo had acquired accompaniment, of the red-haired variety, along the way. Scalpers were found, of the mustachioed and 'red' sort, tickets were obtained, of the cheaper than face value kind, and the many shades of Rock were experienced. It looked and sounded something like this:

Except, you know, it was WAAAAAY louder...
Video not by Banjo.

Some bands know how to put on a fucking amazing rock show...and some guys know how to kick the piss out of those bands and say, 'this is how you rock, dickless', and proceed to bulldoze your eardrums...the Raconteurs fall in the latter category...seriously, Jack White has two copper-plated guitars! It's Rock! What the fuck else would it be?

So, after the show was over, Banjo and Co. walked outside to find a couple dudes on the sidewalk playing a couple homemade drum sets...mostly consisting of mud buckets, bottles, and oven racks. Talk about rad as shit... A crowd gathered and a guy walked up to give the boys a couple bucks, and in the process, dropped a few bills on the ground. After waiting a few minutes to see if he noticed it, he didn't, Banjo reached over and tapped him on the shoulder. The conversation went something like this:

Banjo: hey, man, you dropped a couple bucks...
Dude: (paused, looked down, picked up the money and looked at Banjo, square in the eye) you know, brah, you a good person. most people, they see that money and they take it and run. but you didn't, you told me about it. any other city in the world and they run, but not here. and if you do that here, you don't belong.
Banjo: uh...right on, man, just looking out
Dude: no other place something like that happen, only here
Banjo: that's why we're in portland, eh?
Dude: yeah yeah, what's yer name?
Banjo: banjo
Dude: i'm twan
Banjo: pleasure
Twan: seriously, banjo, you real good people, you didn't have to do that, but you did, you made a new friend today
Banjo: actually, banjo made two...(motions to the hottie beside him)
Twan: right on. i work down at reggies barber, you come in, come find me, we'll get down.
Banjo: cool
Random Person from Crowd#1: (to banjo) i saw what you did for that man, that was so nice of you
Banjo: yeah, i know
RPC#1: you're a really good person, do you know that? you're beautiful...
Banjo: nice, thanks
Twan: she's right
RPC#2: (to banjo) dude, way to be on the look out. (to a couple people beside him) did you see what this guy did? he told that man he dropped some money instead of running off with it. what's your name?
Banjo: banjo
RPC#2: oh i love the banjo. don't you guys?
Crowd: oh yeah, the banjo is sssooooo sweet, love it, love it
RPC#2: banjo, you're the man
Banjo: yeah...all i did was tell him...
RPC#2: banjo's the man!
Crowd: yeah...yeah
Banjo: well, i do what i can
RPC#3: a saint...
RPC#2: ST. Banjo!
Banjo: hahaha...i mean, YEAH!
Twan: you're like a saint, man
Banjo: i'm a cartoonist
RPC#2: St. Banjo, bearer of cartoons, laughs...and altruism!


Then some asshole tried to steal the bucket of money from the drummers and almost got his faced kicked in. And just before Banjo was ready to spit out the Gospel too...oh well, another time perhaps.